Our lips pressed together in a gentle kiss, but even as sore as I’d complained about being, gentleness isn’t what I needed from him. I tightened my hold on him and used the tip of my tongue to tease the seam of his mouth until it opened. The kiss deepened, growing carnal. My pussy pulsed with need, arousal gathering between my legs.
“We’re going to be late,” he murmured against my lips, making no attempt to stop me when I reached for his belt. I undid the buckle and then pulled the smooth leather through, the jingling spurring me on. I wanted him inside me again. I needed this right then in a way that would make me seem insane.
“Then I guess you better hurry up and fuck me.”
He grinned against my mouth before pulling away.
“You think I’m going to pass up an opportunity to feel your pussy wrapped around me as you scream my name like it’s something sacred?”
The heat of his body momentarily disappeared. He moved back just enough to drag me off the vanity and turn me around.
“Put your hands on the counter and bend over.”
The edge in his voice sent a shiver racing down my spine. I quickly did as he said, my breath catching at the sight of what awaited me in the mirror. He was stroking his cock while staring at me, his fist slowly pumping up and down. His slacks hung low on his hips, leaving just enough space for this.
“Judas,” I licked my lips and breathed out his name.
His silver eyes blazed with possession and unveiled obsession as he nudged my legs further apart.
Slipping a hand beneath my dress, he flipped his palm upward and slid four fingers over the thin lace fabric that covered my pussy.
“I love how wet you get for me. I don’t even have to touch you, do I? My words alone could make you come.” He pulled my underwear to the side and dragged his cock down my center. The bulbous head spread my lips as he repeated the motion, lining himself up to enter me.
“This isn’t going to be gentle.”
That was the only warning I received. Keeping one hand on the base of his cock and another on my hip, he thrust inside me in one fluid motion. I bit my lower lip to stifle a scream, reveling in the sensation of being stretched and filled. He grabbed the back of my neck and used it as an anchor as he drove in and out of me.
He watched me in the reflection of the mirror, noting every change in my expression and sound of pleasure.
I watched him, this beautiful and dangerous man use my body like I was using his. God, he was so long and thick that it didn’t take much for him to hit every sweet spot. He fucked me hard, going so deep it felt like he was in my stomach.
My pussy clenched around him, leaving his cock so wet my juices began to soak his balls. They slapped against the groove of my ass, creating a rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh. I struggled to stay standing, each measured stroke lifted me higher onto my tiptoes.
“Oh…Judas,” I breathed out his name and reached back to try and slow him down as my climax began to build, the sensation too much for me to handle.
“No.”
He shoved me down further, curling his fingers around my hip so hard I knew the bruise from the night before would be even darker.
“Fucking take it,” he rasped.
My arm brushed through the water still running in the sink as I tried to brace myself for his increased vigor. There was nothing to hold onto to ground me. I placed my palms flat against the mirror to prevent myself from slamming against it and arched my back to accommodate in an attempt to alleviate the intense pressure his cock was creating within me.
Unable to withhold my wanton moans of pleasure as he fucked me ruthlessly, the mirror began to fog. I came on an intelligible scream, barely registering him cursing behind me. The climax hit me so fast that my legs buckled as heated pleasure pervaded my veins.
He allowed himself to finish only after I did, burying his cock as deep as he possibly could to come inside me.
“I could live inside your pussy,” he remarked almost wistfully as he slowly pulled out. “Don’t move.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I remained bent over, hearing his belt buckle jingle as he fixed himself up and readjusted his slacks. I closed my eyes and found comfort in the sound of running water. Our come and arousal trickled down my thighs.
There was a soft whir from the paper towel machine affixed to the right wall, and then a break in the flow of water before it was turned off. I reopened my eyes when he stepped up behind me again and gently cleaned each inner thigh. He didn’t go near my pussy, though. Only to adjust my underwear and cover it up.